The Place

The soul of young adults.

Within the
young,
It rings of
Joy.

The time comes,
We meet
the tender age.

Our bodies
ake,
And our hearts easily break.

The place within,
It hides,
Never shines.

Hiding forever,
Becoming
dark and deep.

The gift,
It's gone,
Silent,
Encumbered.

It longs
to sing
unpon angels wings.

Imagination lost,
Hurt spilling in,
Overwhelming
pain.